11:00 AM PST
Marty McFly Jr was sitting in the dining room, as he was was enjoying some waffles that he hydrated - with butter and maple syrup on top, and a glass of orange juice. Then, the doorbell rang. Marty Jr walked over to the front door, and he pressed his thumb up to the plate. As the door opened, he saw that it was Harmony Brown.
"I love that dress, Harmony!" Marty Jr gushed. "I can hardly wait to go to that dance today! I really hope you and I win some kind of award."
"You know, Marty," Harmony said, quietly, "I was just thinking of something. It's so hard to believe that it's been nearly 61 years since that clock stopped working. You really must hand it to Terry Vincent. He's so devoted to his cause."
"Well, ever since his wife passed away a few years ago," Marty Jr said, sighing, "he has been a little more aggressive about his cause. Anyway, I could understand that the clock tower is really significant to my father - as well as your grandpa."
The phone began to ring. Marty Jr and Harmony went into the living room, and there was a message on the screen that said "Incoming Phone Call: Dr. Emmett Brown".
"Hello, in here please," called out Marty Jr. The painting on the screen disappeared, to reveal Doc on the other end of the videophone.
"Oh, good, Junior," Doc replied, "it's nice to see that you're home. It's so nice to see you, too, Harmony. Is anyone else in the house with you right now?"
"Uh, no," replied Marty Jr. "It's just Harmony and myself. Marlene is out with some of her friends, and my parents are at a meeting. They won't be home for awhile."
"All right, well, listen," explained Doc, "I was wondering if you would mind running an errand for me. I have been having some back pains, and Clara has a kidney stone - so neither one of us will be able to go."
"Oh, what kind of an errand?" Marty Jr asked. "Does it involve time travel?"
"Well, I would like you to head back in time to 1986," Doc explained. "I need you to pick up some items for me from that time period."
"Oh, sure, Doc," replied Marty Jr. "I could do that for you."
"Hey, Grandpa," added Harmony, "can I come along with him? That way, Marty can have someone to keep him company."
"It's better that you don't," replied Doc. "Anyway, Junior, I know how much you like that era - but you must not stay there. You must go there to pick up the items that I need, and then return to the present as soon as possible. The longer you stay there, the more you could risk creating a disruption in the space-time continuum."
"Right, Doc," replied Marty Jr. "So how am I supposed to pay for the items?"
"Just head over to our house," explained Doc, "and I'll give you some money that is appropriate for that time period. You must not let either of your parents see you."
"Right, Doc," Marty Jr, "I'll head over to your place right away."
"Hey, Grandpa," Harmony protested, "we were planning on going to that dance by noon. Can't you have someone else run the errend for you? We'll be late!"
"Harmony, you are not thinking fourth-dimensionally," chided Doc. "It doesn't matter how long Junior stays in the past. As long as he has a time machine that functions as it should, he will be able to return to the same moment that he left."
"Oh, yeah, I guess I didn't think of that," Harmony said, blushing. "Well, I guess I'll wait by your place - until Marty returns from 1986. By the way, how do you like my new dress? I just picked it up two days ago."
"I think you look beautiful, honey," replied Doc. "You both look great. It also appears that you're both dressed very appropriately for the warm weather. It's also fortunate that you happen to be dressed appropriately for 1986, Junior."
"A lot of people say that I'm stuck in the '80s," Marty Jr said, smiling. "We'll grab our hoverboards, and we'll head to your house right away."
"I'll see you both soon," replied Doc. "Clara baked a few batches of her very famous sugar cookies this morning. They might even still be soft and warm."
After Doc hung up, the AT&T logo flashed on the screen, as a female computerized voice chirped, "Thank you for using AT&T."
"Well, let's go," Harmony replied. "I must say that I envy you a little, Marty. I would like to take another trip back to 1986."
"It's hardly worth it," Marty Jr said, shrugging. "Doc says I can't stay long. I guess he decided to send me instead of you, because I look like my father. I have to be rather careful that nobody sees both my father and I."
"Hey, Marty, do you remember when we went to the year 1968," Harmony asked, as they stepped outside and grabbed their hoverboards, "and your parents also showed up? We had so much fun that week. "
"Well, it wasn't very fun being in jail," Marty Jr said, grimacing, "and then I ended up getting knocked out the next day, when Hank Needles and his gang was chasing me. The rest of the week was fun, though. It was fun pretending to be twins with my own father. By the way, I hope Griff Tannen leaves us alone, today."
"Yeah, me too," Harmony replied, scowling. "Ever since the news reports about this girl who falsely filed a sexual charge against her step-father started making rounds around California, this state is looking at requiring harder proof to be given of such harassment. As a result, that threat you made to him a couple years ago no longer has a big affect on him."
"I just don't understand the big deal," Marty Jr said, shrugging. "After all, it is not like Rachel's stepfather wasn't abusive. It's just that he was abusive in a verbal sort of way - by constantly putting her down, and telling her how much he hated her. That poor girl probably had her feelings hurt so badly, that she feels as though she rather would've been sexually abused by him. That's what she said, anyway."
"Well, I'm pretty sure many do sympathize with the girl," Harmony said, gently. "The fact remains, though, that she did file a false charge against her stepfather."
"I think she was just very angry with her parents," Marty Jr said. "Her mother was so insensitive about the whole thing, by putting her husband over her daughter. At least she is in foster care, now - with two loving parens who care for her. I think the foster care system has improved dramatically, since my parents were teenagers."
"Well, anyway," Harmony said, sighing, "I guess I can't blame her for what she did. I might have done the same thing, if I was in her situation - although, I cannot exactly imagine either of my parents marrying someone who did not like me. Nevermind the fact that my parents are not divorced. I still can't believe they were actually divorced in that one alternate reality where I was never born."
"Well, I guess we're at your grandparents' house, now," Marty Jr said, as he stepped up to the door. Marty Jr rang the door bell right away.
"I'm glad you two made it," Doc said, as he opened up the door. "All right, Junior, let me give you some cash - as well as a list of things that I need, and where to stop."
"Right, Doc," Marty Jr replied, smiling. "I can manage that. I'll just pretend that I am my father, since they didn't have thumb identification back then."
"Right," replied Doc, "and try not to internet with anyone else. If you do, it may have serious repercussion on the events that occur thereafter."
Marty Jr nodded, but was a bit perplexed. After all, didn't Doc spend nine years in the Old West raising a family. He tried not to think too much about it.
"So I guess I'll see you back here in five minutes?" Harmony asked, nervously.
"I guarentee it," replied Marty Jr. "I'll return to the exact moment that I came from. Don't worry, Harmony. We'll make it to the dance at noon."
Marty Jr smiled to himself - as he stepped into the DeLorean, set the time circuits, and headed off to Hill Valley Park, where he would head off to the year 1986.